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I am just another part of the world. Pick any guy or girl you want and it's me. Even my writing doesn’t separate me from anyone else. I write as simple as it could get. Some words from the people I talk to, some experiences that I have gone through and some simple thoughts that strike every now and then. I have an influence of American English and like to write in that language only. Surely, British English is something that I have learnt in school but my work takes me the other way.


I write for a living, love reading and adore traveling. I am highly possessive about my things but gradually learning to let go. Impatient, impulsive, stubborn and have zero tolerance for nonsense.


I love coffees, almost all types of roast, especially black coffee. Love to read in other languages too. I believe languages don’t have religions; they have originated from regions and not religions. Like any other form of art, language can help you connect (apart from the basic communication part of course). I think every language teaches us almost same things but to understand a language completely, even one lifetime is short. Coz language can be written in books but are actually found on streets and houses. Every region has its own dialect, accent, vocabulary but each one is as enriched as the other. Be it some tribal language, some Egyptian signs or the contemporary ones, all are equally beautiful and elegant. I wish I could learn them all.


Well about this blog, I am not trying to establish that I am a writer with some talent. No, I am not. I just scribble things that have happened around or that I see. Girl in Red and Guy in Black is something that I just wrote for fun one day. As they say, fiction is a lighter way of showing reality. I also upload other things here. It’s all random, whatever comes in mind I just upload it. Just want that little place in your life. Even if you like one of the posts, I’ll feel blessed.

Ishan
  
 



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